Can I forget?
Can I burn the memories,
If I burn the pages of the
Journals containing them?
You watched me suffer,
By your side,
Yet you wanted me
Near you.
Have I forgotten what happiness is?
Is it even real?
Is being happy gone,
Along with the days of scraped knees
Ring-pops
And innocent mischief?
Do I even want happiness?
I've simply got the instinct for being unhappy
Highly developed.
Could I forget?
this is very strong, very personal it seems but nicely written, it sucks how sometimes people dont feel the same way we do as we show it, its like they never seem to show it back they way it should be. especialy if it would make us happy if that same imotion is returned. but nice poem
ReplyDeleteI like the mystery kept within this poem. You never state what it is you're trying to forget yet readers can hint at it and strongly relate. Although short, you articulated your point quite well. I enjoyed the point of view in which written and the question at the end.
ReplyDeleteI love the subjects you touch upon in this poem. Your suspicion of happiness being an illusion, only dormant in those who are ignorant or naive (such as children), adds to the despair of the voice here; amplifying the powerful emotion of apathy.
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